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ADDITIONAL POEMS 



By THOMAS OSTENSON STINE 
(Author of Heaven on Earth and Other Poems, Etc.) 




1921 

PFGOTT PRINTING CONCERN 

SEATTLE, WASHINGTON 



ADDITIONAL POEMS 



By THOMAS OSTENSON STINE 
(Author of Heaven on Earth and Other Poems, Etc.) 




1921 

PIGOTT PRINTING CONCERN 

S 10 A TTUR3, W A SH I NGTON 






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Copyright, 1921 
Bv Thos. O. Stine 



MAY 14 1921 
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ADDITIONAL POEMS 



Since the publication of the "Second Edition Enlarged" of 
my book, "Heaven On Earth and Other Poems," I have written 
the following: "The Voice of Seabeck," "The Angel of Love," 
"The Lily to thy Rose," "There Are," "Christ in Bloom," "Divine 
Beauty," and "The Budding Denny." 

THOMAS OSTENSON STINE. 



THE BUDDING DENNY 

High above the city with enchanting slopes of 
green, 

We hail thee as Denny, pride and honor of 
the Queen. 

We bail thee with shrubs and blooms and frag- 
rance sweet and rare, 

And with maples, firs and pines and lilies pure 
and fair. 

We hail thee with cedars grand and roses red 
and white; 

And with balmy courts and breezes, and a sky 
serene and bright. 

We hail thee with budding verdure ever to im- 
part, 

And with beauty blushing, which divinely 
moves the heart. 



We hail thee because of early struggles, fond 
and dear, 

When the shaping of the city sought the 
pioneer. 

And to thee, O pioneer ! we sing a happy lay, 

With unfolding love to blaze the pioneering 
way. 

And again to thee, sweet Denny Park above the 
sea, 

Where the blooms enchant, divine and move us 
into glee. 



THERE ARE 

There are hearts that are cold, there are hearts 

that are weary; 
There are hearts that are warm, there are 

hearts that are cheery. 
There are souls in their bloom, there are souls 

in decaying; 
There are smiles, there are tears that are often 

betraying. 
There are men with a grit who are strong and 

inspiring ; 
There are men with a doubt who are often in- 
quiring; 
There are men who are true with a radiance 

beaming ; 
There are men who are false with conspicuous 

gleaming. 



There are men with a spirit which fills us 
divinely ; 

There are men with a purpose which moves us 
supinely ; 

There are men with the sunbeams in radiant 
glory ; 

There are men with the moonbeams reflecting 
in story. 

There are men who are good, but so silent in 
action ; 

There are men who are bad with a boastful at- 
traction ; 

There are women with pomp of a mystical 
beauty ; 

There are women like anarels devoted to duty. 



There are women with gossip and chatter and 
prattle ; 

There are women with mischief and clatter and 
rattle ; 

There are women with sunbeams and musical 
sweetness ; 

There are women artistic and gracious in neat- 
ness. 

There are women and men with a stately at- 
traction ; 

There are women and men with their blooms of 
affection; 

There are women and men with sublimity 
looming ; 

There are women and men with divinity bloom- 
ins-. 



CHRIST IN BLOOM 



I walked into the garden, 
Where roses sweetly grow, 

Where silver throats are spilling 
Their songs on blooms of snow. 

Below the snowballs looming, 
The lilies pure, serene, 

Are budding out their beauty 
In clusters on the green. 

And from their laughing petals 
The thoughts of love outpour, 

And on the balmy breezes 
The honey makers soar. 

And on the green serenely 
The honey-suckles loom, 

And daffodils in gaudy verdure 
In cozy places bloom. 



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There is a touch of sweetness 

And balmy is the air, 
Where blossoms of affection 

Are budding ever fair. 

And in this gentle musing 
With blooms, upon the green 

We turn to sweeter pleasure 
With happiness serene. 

This sweeter pleasure prompts us 
With Christ in action free, 

And in the fragrant blossoms 
His glory we can see. 



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THE LILY TO THE BOSE 



The sun outpoured his beams effulgent, 
And yonder snow peaks burst in bloom, 

And stars were hanging cords of silver 
Across the blue to light and loom. 

The dewdrops on the rose and lily, 

Like pearls and diamonds set in green, 
Were kissed away with sunbeams leaping 
A down the blue with joy serene. 

And from their sleep the rose and lily 

In silent beauty sweetly came, 
And saw the landscape, bright and fragrant, 

With wildwoods and the sea in flame. 

And with the rising sun in heaven, 
The lily whispered to the rose, 



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As sunbeams played around her petals, 
And touched her graces in repose. 

The lily laughed with lips of whiteness, 
Her soul was sweet with purity, 

And saw the landscape in its beauty, 
With joy and gladness full and free. 

She had no sadness in her longing, 
But love divine serenely bloomed, 

And winked and nodded with complacence. 
As sunbeams played and brightly loomed. 

The lily told of beauty joyous. 
And service with a pleasing nod. 

And how the folks with happy motives 
Had sought her with the grace of God. 



And joyfully with sweet aroma 

She laughed and blushed devoid of care, 
And children in their playful doings 

With gladness plucked her blooms so fair. 

And as the lily spake of beauty 

And purity from God above, 
The rose with briers set divinely 

Unfolded gently blooms of love. 

"I truly love your tender whiteness," 
The rose outpoured with sweetness rare, 

And in her graceful beauty wafted 
Her fragrance to the breezes fair. 



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"My blooms and briers have a purpose," 
The rose with grace serenely spake, 

"But thorns are set in sweetest blossoms 
As sentinels to guard and wake." 

"The lily is a tender beauty, 

And oft I hailed her in the lea," 

The rose with fragrance in her accents 
Revealed in salutation free. 

And sweetly in the heart of nature, 

The lily and the rose serene, 
In chorus sang with notes of verdure. 

And blooms of love in meadows green. 



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THE VOICE OF SEABECK 

Beyond the Cascades by the ocean, 

A fascinating spot I know, 
Where waves are rolling np their diamonds, 

And mountains loom with peaks of snow. 

The rising sun with gold and silver, 
Ascends sublimely in the blue, 

And paints the mountains, vales and waters, 
With solar rays of rainbow hue. 

The snowjr peaks above the wildwoods 
Outpour their cooling flames of fire, 

And on the billows of the ocean 
The sea maid plays her mellow lyre. 

And when the even comes with dewdrops, 
We see a flood of melted gold 



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In westland, where the sun departed, 
With diamond swords and pearls untold. 

And all along the laughing seashore 

The firs and maples lay their shades 

Upon the banks of smiling verdure 
To soothe the leafy courts and glades. 

The God of Nature in his wisdom 
Did mould and fashion to his will 

This beauty place, sublime and charming, 
With thoughts of love evolving still. 

And in this place of joy and beauty, 
The folks from all around appear 

To fill their souls with sweet aroma, 
Or bask in sunshine, bright and clear. 



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With joy and song they come delighted, 
And far and wide the echo rings, 

To join with friends in gospel doings 
Beneath the soothing maple wings. 

The love of God serenely blooming 
Is thrilling sweetly in their song, 

And with an aim to lift divinely 
They hither come to help along. 

And Seabeck with her fragrant bowers, 
And greetings ever pure and sweet, 

Is calling in a voice of gladness 
To make our lives in God complete. 



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THE ANGEL OF LOVE 



There is a sweet and pure delight, 

The stars above are burning 
To light the dark and gloomy night 

With joy divine returning. 

There is a higher hope and aim, 

The love of life ensuing, 
The love divine in loud proclaim 

With service in the doing. 

And as we seek to do and dare, 

To serve our fellow being, 
To bear the burden and to share 
With Christ divinely seeing. 

Our hearts must melt with flames of love, 

There is no other doing, 
To lift mankind to realms above, 

With glory there ensuing. 



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DIVINE BEAUTY 

There is a beauty blooming, 

The love of God divine, 
The love of Christ with fragrance, 

And blossoms truly mine. 

I pick the rose of crimson 

And press it to my lips, 
And fragrance set in motion 

My soul delighted sips. 

I turn to God in Heaven, 
The angels smile and sing. 

And Christ in beauty blooming 
Does joy and comfort bring. 



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His flowing crimson streamlets 
Are trickling through the rose, 

And in the daisies sweetly budding 
The flow divinely grows. 

There is a joy unfolding, 

The joy of God above. 
Which moves with hope and sweetness 

In ha ]*n ion v with love. 



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